20 June 2014

This 'n' That

This past Sunday was my grandfather's birthday. Or rather, it would have been. He passed away in 2002 just a few days before Christmas. He was 85. It's hard to believe I've lived most of my adult life without my grandpa. I miss him.

Though I remember him with joy, it is admittedly often tearful joy. Grandpa was the one person who thought I could do no wrong. Or at least, he overlooked my wrongdoings more than anyone else! Though he was a professing Christian for most of his life, it was not until toward the end of his life that there was more visible fruit to attest to his salvation. I hope to see him again one day. For now, I am thankful for the earthly time and relationship with my grandfather that was given as a gift to me. And of course, I am grateful for those treasured memories.
These wooden nativities were one of my
favorite things Grandpa and I made together!

Perhaps my favorite memory is the hours that Grandpa and I would spend in his workshop. He was a skilled woodworker and a patient teacher as he guided my hands on the scroll saw. To this day I love to visit Menards for two reasons: 1. It was Grandpa's favorite store, and 2. The smell of sawdust transports me back to that basement workshop. We made a lot of wonderful creations, and a lot of fun memories!

Of course, none of this is intended to diminish the memory of my grandmother, who also would have had a birthday this month. Grandma was quite the cook and baker, and many of my childhood memories of her are filled with reminders of her patience as I clumsily rolled out cookie dough! Still, there is a special bond between grandpas and granddaughters, and for that I am thankful. I've been thinking about my grandpa this week and about what a blessing he was to me. God is good.

Well, thank you for taking a little time to indulge me in my trip down memory lane. While I go dry my eyes, why don't you enjoy your week in review (kind of):
  • Yesterday was John MacArthur's birthday.
  • What a horrible, lonely way to die, literally crushed by the bondage of your sin. 
  • My alma mater is excited to announce its new chaplain, Sara Barton. Uh huh. Actually, though, she isn't the first female to hold the position. I know, now you're thinking I'm a closet egalitarian. Stay calm—I wasn't actually saved when I attended there.
  • Here's your weekly dose of adorable.
  • Thankful for this news about Tony Miano.
  • Are you sitting down? Benny Hinn is asking for money.
  • A lapsed Catholic visits Osteen's Lakewood Church.
  • I don't get "Christian" heavy metal. To me it's a bit of an oxymoron, but that is just my opinion. Regardless, stories like this are unfortunate.
  • Got some extra cash laying around? Help ensure that James MacDonald keeps his spot on TBN! (Yes, more sarcasm.)
  • Al Mohler on Baptist polity and the integrity of the Southern Baptist Convention.
  • Pastor Mike Abendroth discusses false prophet Ellen G. White and the Seventh Day Adventist cult.
  • Last week on The Dividing Line, Dr. James White walked us through a study of flowers. Yes, flowers. Watch it. I think you'll enjoy:


  1. You lost me with your totally unjustified crack about Christian heavy metal. I've listened to Christian heavy metal all the way back to the 1980s when I was a kid. It's terrific. And using one example like this to discredit the entire genre is, politely, lazy. You can find sinners in every genre of Christian music, even I'm sure in whatever genre you like. But just like you can probably find tons of faithful followers of Christ in your chosen genre, I too can point to dozens of steadfast believers in the ranks of Christian heavy metal bands. I like much of what you say, Erin, but this bizarre comment missed the mark mightily.

    1. Tom,
      I tried very much to ensure that I wrote my comment in a way that made it clear it it was my opinion and preference to dislike so-called "Christian" heavy metal. I also was deliberately trying to not discredit an entire genre with this one story. Obviously, I failed, and I've edited it to hopefully better convey that fact.

      But, for the record, in my opinion, heavy metal of all kinds sounds incoherent and chaotic (not to mention violently angry) and I do not see how it reflects the glory and holiness of our Lord. But what do I know? I'm just a prudish, bitter blogger in a basement, right? :)

    2. I hate to sound "unloving" but...

      ...Christian metal is like Christian yoga or drawing chalk circles for Christians to pray in.

    3. Oh yeah.

      Good piece about your grandparents. That was great!

  2. Erin, your reminiscing about your grandparents had me doing the same. My maternal grandmother prayed for me more than anyone in the family. In fact, I'm pretty sure she was the only one who knew how to pray, to whom, and why. My grandfather was always a hard-working man (coal mines, railroad, construction) despite having Parkinson's Disease. I got I believe the best of each of them, and I thank God for them. We need to honor our parents and their parents as well.

    1. Thanks for sharing these wonderful memories, Rick! And thanks for indulging me while I shared mine! :)


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